Chapter Two — The Man They Feared
I stayed by the window long after Mira left.
The tea had gone cold. The bread was untouched. The sky outside had turned a dull grey, and the wind pressed softly against the glass, as if whispering secrets I wasn’t meant to hear.
I hugged my knees close, watching the tree sway gently in the wind. But I wasn’t really looking at it. My mind was far away — somewhere between memories and fear.
I thought of the elders. I thought of my father.
And I thought of the people of Eldon — the ones who lived under the shadow of my father’s hand.
I had watched them from this window for as long as I could remember. I saw the way they walked — heads bowed, backs straight, hands tight at their sides. I saw how their eyes darted around whenever the elders passed by. They moved quickly, spoke softly, and never looked anyone in power in the eye.
At first, I thought that was respect.
But even as a child, I noticed something strange.
Respect didn’t make a man flinch when your father’s name was spoken.
Respect didn’t make a woman’s eyes fill with fear when an elder’s guard passed by.
Respect didn’t make children hide behind their mothers in the middle of a crowded market.
That wasn’t respect.
It was fear.
My father ruled the village with a firm hand and a sharp heart. He called it keeping order. But I learned that order meant taking more than giving. It meant punishing even when there was no crime.
I remembered the first time I saw it with my own eyes.
I must have been ten. I was standing at this very window, looking down at the village square. A man had been dragged there by two guards. His hands were tied behind his back, his shirt torn, his face bruised.
All because he refused to pay a tax he couldn’t afford.
I watched as my father walked up to him — slow, calm, wearing his long dark robe with the golden chain across his shoulders. His voice was soft when he spoke. But I heard every word.
“You broke the law,” he said. “And every lawbreaker must face the price.”
The man begged. I remember that. He fell to his knees and begged for his family. For his little children.
My father didn’t blink.
He ordered the guards to break the man’s hand. Right there. In front of the crowd.
I still remembered the sound. The crack. The way the man’s scream echoed down the street.
I felt sick that day.
I still felt sick now.
But my father? He walked away like nothing had happened. Like it was just another task he had crossed off his long list.
That was the ma
n who ruled this village.
And I was his daughter.
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I pressed my hand against the glass now, staring at the quiet streets below.
I wondered how many people walked past this house each day, cursing my father’s name under their breath. I wondered how many of them dreamed of escaping this place… or of fighting back.
I wondered if any of them ever thought about me.
Did they hate me too? Did they see me as part of him — another shadow of Elder Kiran?
Or… did they feel sorry for me?
I didn’t know which one was worse.
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One evening, a long time ago, I had asked Mira why people feared my father so much.
She was brushing my hair by the fire. The room was warm, but I remember feeling a coldness when I spoke.
“Why do they look at him like that?” I had whispered. “Like they want to run away when he comes near.”
Mira paused for a long moment. Then she said something I would never forget.
“Your father rules with a heart of stone, my lady. And when a man carries a stone heart, others must walk carefully around him… or be crushed beneath it.”
Crushed.
That was how people lived in Eldon.
Crushed by fear.
Crushed by power.
And even though I hated it… even though I hated him for it…
I was still part of it.
Locked behind golden walls, fed soft food, wearing fine dresses I didn’t even care for.
I lived in a cage made of quiet luxury.
But a cage is still a cage.
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The wind picked up outside, making the branches of the oak tree shake harder. I watched a few dry leaves fall slowly to the ground.
Something inside me twisted.
I didn’t know why… but I felt it.
Like a storm coming… like something creeping through the shadows.
It wasn’t just the way the elders had gathered this morning. It wasn’t just the word I heard — alpha.
It was a feeling I couldn’t explain.
Like the weight of my father’s wickedness had grown so heavy… it was about to break.
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I closed my eyes and thought back to another memory.
It was two years ago.
A family had tried to leave the village — a man, his wife, and their three small children. They had packed a small wagon and set off before sunrise.
But my father knew.
He always knew.
The guards caught them at the border.
I wasn’t there. I didn’t see it happen. But I heard Mira talking about it with another maid.
The father had been beaten. The mother locked away. The children… taken.
Taken where? I never found out.
I didn’t ask.
Because in this house… asking questions was the same as breaking the law.
And I wasn’t strong enough for that.
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The more I thought about it now, the colder I felt.
My father had built his world on fear. On control. On silence.
But how long could a world like that last before it shattered?
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know.
But deep inside me, a small voice whispered…
You’ll find out soon.
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I stood up from the chair and walked to the door. My hand rested on the handle for a moment.
I wasn’t supposed to leave my room when the elders were here.
But something inside me… something I didn’t even know I had… pushed me forward.
I opened the door quietly and stepped into the long hallway.
The house was silent.
Too silent.
I walked slowly down the hall, past the tall paintings of elders who came before my father. Their painted eyes seemed to follow me as I moved.
When I reached the top of the staircase, I stopped.
Voices drifted up from the hall below.
My father’s voice… low, firm.
And others — sharp, angry, nervous.
I couldn’t make out every word.
But I heard enough.
“…getting bolder…”
“…coming for us…”
“…must be stopped…”
I stepped closer to the railing, my heart pounding in my chest.
“None of them will dare touch what belongs to me,” my father said. His voice was like ice. “Let them try. I’ll crush them all.”
The room fell silent for a long moment.
And then…
“Even the alpha?”
I froze.
The alpha.
They weren’t talking about stories. They weren’t speaking of old legends.
They were talking about something — someone — real.
Something coming straight for us.
Straight for him.
And maybe… straight for me.
I stepped back slowly from the staircase, my breath catching in my throat.
I didn’t know who the alpha was.
I didn’t know why
he was coming.
But I knew one thing.
Whatever storm was about to break over Eldon…
I was standing right at the heart of it.
And there would be no hiding this time.